i swear he does other stuff besides sleeping.
well not a whole lot of other stuff…
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Monthly Archive for April, 2007
when people ask me why i decided to go to med school, i usually try to give them an honest answer about having a sense of responsibility to human kind, wanting to save the world, etc.
for the sake of brevity, in the future i’m just going to carry around this picture of Dr. 90210 in my wallet and tell people: “i’m going to med school so that one day I can walk down the street dressed like this cat!”
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ever since i got the new car, i’ve been addicted to satellite radio. yesterday, the comedy station, Raw Dog, played a portion of Bill Maher’s New Rules segment.
this is easily one of my favorites:
New Rule: Call things what they are. If your morning coffee contains crushed ice, whipped cream, and caramel, it’s a milk shake. Same as if you cook your cocaine on a spoon and smoke it, you’re not freebasing; you’re a crackhead. And, if you go down on your husband after he gives you a new fur coat, you’re not celebrating your anniversary, you’re a – oh, never mind.
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so a few weekends back, i drove down to la and hung out w/ some friends at The Comedy Store on Sunset.
all was well and good until i got an email on monday morning from BofA saying something to the effect of “you’re fucked! u R fUcKeD!”
i login to my banking account to find that some nefarious character has made 3 cash withdraws from 3 different atm machines with my card. (interesting sidenote: i still have my card.) after some quick 3rd grade addition, i realize that this a-hole has stolen $966 cash with an ATM card that I still have.
i immediately started wondering how the hell i was going to pay rent in two days without having to sell my body (again). after looking up the fraud dept’s phone number in the “you got owned” email, i was quickly connected to some nice lady who assured me that BofA would credit me the fraudulent funds within 24hrs. the conversation that followed sounded like something from one of those cheesy tv commercials.
a week later, the cash has been returned and i’ve got a shiny new atm card to replace the one that the dirty cab driver skimmed off of me.
faith in humanity is a load of shit…unless they work for the fraud dept at BofA.
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so i owned my ncaa pool.
the other kids wished they had the onions to pick florida and ohio state in the finals, not to mention having the gators repeating as national champions for only the second time since wooden’s bruins did it in ‘72-’73.
so what was every other money paying participant thinking when last year’s national champs brought back all five-fuck starters from last year’s championship team—3 of whom will undoubtedly be 1st round lottery picks?
nonetheless, i only accept cash or money order.
pay up bitches!
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tonight ‘brand new‘ is playing on letterman.
i have no idea how the band scored a spot on the late show, so lets hear it for interscope’s marketing team.
i’m hoping the play ‘jesus christ‘ because it would be palatable for the big network and maybe the kids would be listening too.
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so if you ever throw a final-four party and invite all your friends, then there are somethings you need to know:
- if one of your friends were to make fresh mozzarella cheese sticks, then you and your friends will love them and devour them provided that there is adequately zesty marinara sauce available.
- everyone will soon become full and somewhat nauseated b/c you’ve literally just eaten fried cheese.
- just to recap…you and your buddies ate fried cheese.
- at or near half-time the nausea will have passed and you or one of your friends will wonder if cold mozzarella sticks are tasty ala cold pizza.
- cold mozzarella sticks are NOT tasty. make no mistake about it.
just passing on my knowledge to the world.
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after we got back from san diego, i washed buster’s blankets and various puppy paraphernalia.
here’s a phone-cam shot of him enjoying clean, warm blankets fresh from the dryer.
if you don’t think this is cute then you may not have a soul.
lately i’ve been spent, but jolene let’s me lean on her more and more.
in times of trouble, i can always call on her. she’s a friend of mine….a brother…a sister….a lover…a friend…a dreamer.
we find each other and reminisce until “….these days continue“.
when my heart only knows hurt, with her i find hope of a ship that’s sailing.
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